We must dance, we must feast, we must do something picturesque.

Mamma has arranged, I believe, that we are to go back to Frascati to lunch at the inn.

I decree that we lunch here and send the Cavaliere to the inn to get the provisions! He can take the carriage, which is waiting below." Miss Light carried out this undertaking with unfaltering ardor.

The Cavaliere was summoned, and he stook to receive her commands hat in hand, with his eyes cast down, as if she had been a princess addressing her major-domo.

She, however, laid her hand with friendly grace upon his button-hole, and called him a dear, good old Cavaliere, for being always so willing.